I'm under this foggy you
driving blind
through a dessert desert
of mounting pleasures
the lace of your name
tightening my shoes
I can't escape
your pulling draw strings
roping us closer
to imminent sensual danger
our eminence to the kissing text
I'm feeling you now
stirring my desires
ensnared through your night
blowing my candle
to be your wish
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
I'm under this foggy you
driving blind
through a dessert desert
of mounting pleasures
the lace of your name
tightening my shoes
I can't escape
your pulling draw strings
roping us closer
to imminent sensual danger
our eminence to the kissing text
I'm feeling you now
stirring my desires
ensnared through your night
blowing my candle
to be your wish
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